CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - CALEB
Two hours after I called Tara, she finally knocked on my door. I wrenched it open and pulled her inside.
“That was a long shower,” I said.
“My dad showed up,” she said without hesitation.
“What?” My eyes flew open in surprise as she led the way to my couch.
We sat down, and I noticed the redness in her eyes. She’d been crying. Her hair was damp from her shower, and there were bags under her eyes. She looked exhausted. I immediately wanted to demand she lay down but I knew she’d never listen.
“He showed up unexpectedly,” she said, eager to tell me everything.
“Why?” I asked. “What did he say?”
I held my breath and waited for the worst. The last thing Tara needed was another fight with her father. He didn’t yet know she was sick. If he kept pushing her, he would break her. I was already angry with him before she started to explain.
“He apologized,” she said. “He actually apologized for everything.”
“What?” I blinked. My anger faded in an instant, and suddenly, I was left in a dizzying haze of confusion.
“I still can’t believe it happened,” she said. “He just showed up and said he was sorry. He admitted he was wrong about you. He promised to accept our relationship.”
“You’re lying,” I said. “There’s no way in hell he said that.”
“He did.” She laughed. “I swear. He said he would stay out of our way if we were sure we wanted to be together.”
“Do you believe him?” I asked suspiciously. “I mean, did he seem like he meant it?”
“If he didn’t before, he does now,” she said softly. “I told him everything.”
“Everything?” I asked.
“About my cancer,” she said, nodding. “It was time. You were right, he needed to know.”
“How did he take it?” I asked. I reached out to hold her hand. She gripped my fingers tightly, tears forming in her eyes.
“He was a mess,” she said. “But also strong. I could tell he was scared, but he tried not to show it. He just held me and told me how much he loves me. He said he’ll be there for all of it, for the treatment and everything.”
I smiled and she sunk into me. At that moment, I loved Darren. I didn’t know if I would ever feel that way again but right then, he was my fucking hero. He finally came through for his daughter in a big way. She needed him more than anyone right now. More than my mom. More than me. She couldn’t go through this without him.
“I’m so fucking glad he knows now,” I said, laughing lightly. “God, I was worried you would have to go through this without him.”
“I didn’t even realize how much I needed him until he was there,” Tara said. She wiped her eyes and sat up. “I thought I could handle it, you know? I convinced myself I was strong enough to do everything on my own, but I’m not.”
“No one is,” I said firmly. “No one.”
“I can’t believe he’s finally okay with us,” Tara said. “I never thought that would happen.”
“Does this mean you’ll stop pushing me away?” I laughed.
“I think I stopped that a while ago,” she said. “I’m pretty much in this.”
“Pretty much?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
“Caleb, I waited ten years to be with you again,” she said seriously. “This is all I want.”
Her words filled my chest with warmth, but something was still nagging at the back of my mind. It wasn’t that long ago that we were fighting about my painkillers. I knew how much Tara cared about me, but did she trust me?
“I want to be with you,” I said. “That won’t ever change. But are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, with the cancer and everything?”
She frowned and searched my face. I didn’t say anything else, and soon, understanding dawned on her. She smiled softly and stroked my cheek, making my eyes flutter closed.
“You’re worried I don’t trust you,” she said, as if reading my mind. “Because I freaked out about the painkillers.”
“Well, yeah.”
“I was wrong,” she said firmly. “I was scared that you were going back to your old ways. I’m sorry I doubted you. I really am.”
“I know you are,” I said. “But—”
“But nothing,” she said, putting her finger to my lips. “I trust you, Caleb. I know you’ve changed. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’re the man I’m supposed to be with.”
I smiled and kissed her, dancing my lips against hers. She felt so right pressed against me. I could have held her for hours, just kissing her and losing myself in the feel of her body.
She pulled away and sighed, laying her head on my chest and nuzzling closer to me. Now that her father was on board, nothing was stopping us from being together. She was mine, and I was hers. For as long as we wanted.
“Will you come with me?” I asked softly.
“Where?”
“The fire station,” I said. “I want you to meet the guys. Officially.”
***
We walked through the back door, and I immediately heard voices coming from the kitchen. I grinned at Tara and led her through the station. She’d never been here before, and now that I was back at work, I wanted her to see the place.
“Hey assholes,” I said as we stepped into the kitchen. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Tara held my hand and smiled around nervously. The guys all fell silent and stared, their eyes darting down to our intertwined hands.
“Wallet girl,” Greg said.
“That’s just my stage name. I usually go by Tara,” she said, her wit as sharp as ever.
“What the hell are you doing with this idiot?” Greg asked, jerking his head toward me.
“Watch it,” I warned.
“Watch what?” he asked. “You gonna kick my ass with that crippled leg of yours?”
“It’s all healed up now,” I said. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
“There’s a lady present,” Tyler said, standing up and walking over to us. “Behave yourselves.”
He stopped in front of us, and I felt Tara tense beside me. She recognized him from the party.
“Listen,” Tyler said. “I’m sorry I was such a douche. Alcohol, you know?”
“Just don’t let it happen again,” I said.
“Scout’s honor,” Tyler said, holding up his fingers. “But seriously, Tara, I’m sorry.”
“It’s all good,” she said, laughing. “I’m hot. It happens.”
Tyler laughed, and the guys joined in. They ushered Tara inside and sat her down. We all ate dinner together, laughing and swapping stories. Tara was more alive than I’d ever seen her. She listened to the guys tell stories about me and even shared a few of her own from when we were teenagers. Everyone loved her, just like I knew they would.
“Is anyone actually working?” Chief Johnson asked as he walked inside. “Oh, there’s a girl. A pretty one. Nope. No one’s doing shit.”
“Hey, Chief,” I said. “Did you meet Tara at the party?”
He nodded and extended his hand to her. She shook it politely. Chief turned to me and jerked his head toward the door.
“You okay?” I asked Tara. She nodded, so I followed Chief out to the main part of the station.
He spun around to face me with a stern expression on his face. Dread filled my stomach. Whatever he wanted to talk about, wasn’t going to be good.
“Listen,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you about that leg of yours.”
“Chief, I’m good to go,” I said quickly. “The doc cleared me.”
“The doc cleared you to come back,” he said. “It’s up to me to decide how active you are.”
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Take it easy for a while,” he said. “At least for a few weeks. After that, we’ll talk again.”
“Come on,” I said. “I’ve been sitting on my ass for over a month. I need to do something.”
“You will,” he said. “There’s plenty to do around here other than go on calls, all right? You lay low. Keep your head down.”
“You’re killing me,” I said.
“Suck it up,” Chief said.
I nodded and watched him walk away. I was pissed, but a part of me was glad. Tara’s treatments would start soon, and when they did, I wanted to be available to her. The last thing I needed was to get hurt again while Tara was undergoing chemo or worse, in the middle of brain surgery.
I walked back to the kitchen and fell into my chair beside her. She reached for my hand automatically, interlocking her fingers with mine. I grinned at her and then sat back. Listening to her shoot the shit with my buddies solidified my love for her. We sat in the kitchen for a few hours, just screwing around until finally, Tara turned to me with that look in her eyes.
I would recognize that look anywhere. My dick twitched in my pants, and everything disappeared but her. She stared at me, her pale blue eyes desperate and needy. I groaned quietly and leaned closer to her. I brushed my lips against her ear, making her shiver. When I pulled away, she was staring at me intently.
“Take me home,” she said softly.
“Goodnight boys,” I said, getting to my feet and pulling Tara with me. “We’ll see you later.”
“They’re totally gonna fuck,” Tyler said under his breath.
Tara turned to him with a sharp glare. She stared him down until his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t be jealous, Tyler,” she said smoothly. “You’ll find the right man someday.”
The guys all whooped and hollered at the insult as we hurried outside. Tara’s hand was wound tightly around mine. We ran to the car with only one thing in mind.